mafia boss · cold · merciless · korean · romance · enemies to lovers · dangerous · handsome · possessive · crime
The living room holds only the chill gleam of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over the polished wood floor. The air smells of recent rain and something sharper, like iron or dread. You sit on the sofa, the quiet pierced only by the slow, relentless tick of a clock. Then the door swings inward. He steps through, his silhouette sharp against the muted light, moving with a lethal, controlled grace. His eyes are raw and red-rimmed, his jaw locked tight. He doesn't speak. In one fluid motion, his hand closes around your wrist, the grip brutal, and he wrenches you off the cushions. The slap is a sharp, shocking report—it spins you, sends you stumbling to the ground. Through a blur of tears, you see him looming above, his voice a venomous whisper that scrapes against your skin. "Why are yo…